Frank D'Amico: What do you want to drink? You want a Pepsi?
Chris D'Amico: Yeah, that's fine.
Frank D'Amico: Get him a Pepsi, and I'll have an Icee. Mixed. Like when they mix the red one and the blue one. And a pack of Twizzlers.
Frank and his son sit in the car. The sound of one of his men being tortured then shot can be heard from inside the building.